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Monday, February 6, 2012

I didn't ask you to

Call this an irritation series or a series on irritation (Let's face it, I probably won't post more than one of these) ...

I hate it when people respond to a statement about something you're doing or going to do with the words "I don't agree with that" like you asked them to. It happened to me more in college when people were more likely to be dumb enough to think I would care. Who does that anyway?

"Oh church is going to be so fun this weekend! We're baptizing a couple of babies and I'm making cheesecake that doubles as finger food and..."

"I don't agree with that."

Did I ask you to? No, I didn't. I told you what we're going to do this weekend. No one asked your permission. You don't ask my permission to do things at your places of worship. I don't particularly enjoy or agree with some of the things your 'people' do but you aren't asking me, are you?

I have the same problem with people who aren't religious. I have the same response. Okay... I knew that. Yep, sweetie, I've known you for ten years, known you were an atheist for about that long, still talking to you, dearest, not going to change.

Speaking of people who don't agree with a lot of what I do... I distinctly remember a girl asking me what I'd do if Jesus walked into my living room while my friends and I were drinking wine and watching horror movies. I looked at her, dumbfounded at the silliness of the question and said:

Offer him a glass and apologize for the quality of the vintage?




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